His Dark Materials

Lyra?

Lord Asriel has torn up our sky...

and left the world in chaos.

The witches believe this is the start of a powerful prophecy.

One that could destroy all existence.

Or make it anew.

It is time to prepare.

To draw sides.

- -

I know. I miss Roger, too, but we can't go back.

Lyra. Look.

- Asriel's photogram. - It's the city in the sky.

I don't like this.

Someone left in a hurry.

Where is everyone?

Something's happened here, Pan.

- Asriel? - Wouldn't put it past him.

Should we ask the alethiometer where everyone is?

No. We're not asking that thing anything.

- Not yet. - I think we can trust it.

- It's never lied to us. - Without it, would Roger have died? No.

We need to make our own way now.

- -

We have all observatories trained upon the schism.

All are reporting back the same thing. One world.

Do we have a sense of how to block up this hole?

Not as yet.

A new world, and Asriel simply exploded it into being.

- Presumably, it was already there. - Heresy!

Cardinal.

It is hardly heresy anymore. It is visible in the sky above our heads.

If you would just leave the vessel to look at it.

I'll not be lectured by you on this issue.

Nor should you have to be.

Cardinal Sturrock,

I simply ask that rather than focus on what is in the past,

we focus on what is in the present.

The fuse has been lit. The bomb has been exploded.

The world is aware.

We cannot ignore what everyone has seen. We would lose...

- Damn you! -

Perhaps I may help.

There is a witch on board, caught as part of our roundup of undesirables

following this incursion.

For centuries, witches have claimed knowledge of other worlds.

This witch may help us understand this instability.

Good. Do me the honor of talking with her.

That is, if you men have finished your discussions.

We have yet to understand

what is your precise role in all of this.

My precise role?

What did you and Asriel discuss on the mountain on that night?

I never reached Asriel, Your Eminence.

Why do I doubt that?

I have absolutely no idea.

But you're right. Asriel needs stopping.

This explosion requires investigation, not ignorance.

There is one, possibly multiple worlds up there.

And these witches have always known more than they should.

Let me find out what.

We cannot allow this woman to take control.

You know, I look around this room, and I see failure.

Father MacPhail, who failed to even emerge from Asriel's laboratory.

Fra Pavel, who couldn't read his alethiometer to see what was happening.

I am not immune from failure myself.

I didn't reach Asriel in time,

and I vow now never to fail again.

This witch. You believe you can find an answer to what Asriel did?

Well, I believe that I am more...

Persuasive than most.

Test me on what I discover.

And if I discover nothing, then do your worst.

It's a cafe. Maybe we could find something to eat in there.

- -

- You're hurting me! Ow! -

That'll teach you for sneaking around.

- I'm sorry I scared you. - You didn't scare me.

- Sorry I scared you. - Please let me go.

Who are you?

Lyra Silver tongue. Is this your house?

- No. I'm Will Parry. - Finally. Someone else to talk to.

- That's Pan. - Where's your daemon?

How's it talking?

He does know not to touch me, right?

- It's a talking animal. - No, it's not a talking animal.

- That's my daemon. - Your what?

- You don't have a daemon? - I can't see one.

- That's impossible. - I don't know what you're talking about.

No. Come on, Pan.

Lyra Silver tongue. Wait!

Don't make assumptions. He seems kind. He could be helpful.

- Fix my heater yet? - Heater's still busted.

- Compass, too. - Compasses got fritzed by the storm.

- Lee, you're being strange. - I'm not being strange.

The whole world is talking about that tear in the sky.

The witches will want us to join the fight.

We're not here to talk about the fight. We're here to talk about Lyra.

See if the witches can help us.

Might know this weapon we're looking for.

Lee, look!

Isn't that something?

Lyra, we need to think sensibly. If your father was here, he's gone.

So we need a new plan.

- But we're going to need friends, and... - We had a friend. He died.

Please. Think.

- Perhaps he's our only chance to... - Hi.

Hi, Will.

Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.

It's just, I've never seen a daemon before.

- To me, daemon means something evil. - Uh, thanks?

You're not from here, are you? From this world.

Me neither.

- How did you get here? - I crossed through a window...

that my father made.

You?

Uh...

I, uh, followed a cat through a hole in the air. It sounds mad.

So, there are three worlds, and two windows, all connected to here.

Look, I know this world doesn't make sense.

And I don't know whether I'm odd for not having a daemon,

or you're odd for having one.

But maybe we could look around together?

The three of us.

That's the best idea I've heard all day.

Strange new times.

It must be hard to be separated from your sister witches.

Now, I am trying to help you.

Not out of any generosity of spirit, but, rather, pragmatism.

Such an underrated quality.

You know that you're trapped.

- You and your daemon. -

All you have is the information you carry.

Share that information, and we can become productive.

And productive people, well,

they are generally treated very well.

I'm looking for a child.

Last seen with an aeronaut and one of your kind at Bolvangar.

I can tell you nothing.

Hmm.

A witch's cloud-pine.

Is it true that within it is your ability to fly?

Your ability to use magic?

What is within me is vaster than anything you can imagine.

Someone must be able to tell us how these worlds are connected.

There's millions of worlds. My father saw this one. Why?

I think it has to do with Dust. I think that's why I'm here.

Dust?

- You don't have Dust? - No, we have dust.

I'm just guessing my dust is not the same as your dust.

- Well, some people think it's sin. - Sin?

I actually think it's more complicated than that.

I think if bad people think it's bad, then maybe it's good.

Did you hear that?

There's someone there.

Wait! I just want to talk to you!

Stop!

- Come on! -

Get off her!

- - Leave me alone!

Who are you and why were you running from us?

Who are you and why were you chasing us?

'Cause you're the only other people we've seen here.

We just want to know about this place.

No, I'm good.

Don't worry. We're good at snuffling the safe stuff. Aren't we, Paola?

The bread's still fresh.